Maybe.
And if he couldn’t fix it?
Well, he’d cross that bridge later.
Boston flipped a U-turn and pressed the throttle down, heading back in the direction of his home.
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Julianna waited ten minutes after Richard dropped her off at Boston’s house and then began packing. She needed out of there. There was no way in hell she was going to sit around like his little pet, content to gestate as if it were no big deal that she’d ended up pregnant. He had to have planned this from the beginning, she thought, grabbing blindly at whatever clothing she could find of hers and stuffing it into a suitcase she’d found in the walk-in closet. It seemed just the kind of sick control game that someone like Boston would enjoy playing because he had more money than God and didn’t believe in following the same rules as everyone else. Her consent? Not necessary, as evidenced by their initial deal. Had she been willing? Of course not but he’d found just the right kind of leverage to turn the screws so tightly that he knew there’d be no way for her to back out. A wave of dizziness followed and she teetered on unsteady feet. Oh no, you’re too small to be bossing me around, too, she thought to the little Kincaid taking over her body. She fought the dizziness and forged on, slamming the suitcase shut and lugging it off the bed to hurry downstairs. She called for a cab and waited, desperately hoping that Boston didn’t show up before she could split. She didn’t want to see his face. Or hear his voice. Or remember his touch.
God no. She would not remember how he managed to turn her inside out and backwards with the force of his touch. Sure, she’d been a virgin and thus her experience level was pretty minimal but she knew how good it felt shattering beneath his touch and somehow she knew that not everyone enjoyed that kind of release with their lover.
Julianna groaned and dropped her head in her hands, shaking with the need to cry but she refused to cry. Not yet. Once she was out of Boston’s house and on the road, she’d bawl her eyes out but not a moment sooner.
The cab honked and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Scrambling to her feet, she grabbed her suitcase and practically ran to the door, flinging it open and wincing when the door gouged the wall behind it. She handed off the suitcase and then slid into the cab backseat, breathing the first shaky sigh of relief when the cab finally pulled away from Boston’s house and they hit the freeway, putting more miles between herself and Boston.
“Everything okay, ma’am?” the cabbie asked, his brow furrowing in concern.
Julianna glanced up and realized her eyes were wet. She wiped the moisture away and forced a smile. “Yep. Everything is going to be fine.” Maybe if she told herself that enough times, it would be true. So where was she going? She couldn’t go to her apartment — that’s the first place he would look — and she couldn’t go to a friend’s house because she didn’t want to explain what kind of mess she’d put herself into so that left her with very little options. A thought came to her. Boston was many things but at least his word was good. The moment she’d signed on the dotted line, he’d deposited a sizable amount in her checking account. She had enough money to fly wherever she wanted as well as enough to hole up for a while. That’s what she’d do. She’d disappear until she could figure out what her next move was. She’d always wanted to go to the Caribbean. A slow smile found her mouth as she said to the cabbie, “To the airport, please.”
“Yes ma’am.”
She was going to the Caribbean! She’d pay with cash and disappear.
“Good luck finding me, Boston Kincaid.”
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Boston roared when he realized Julianna was gone. “Find her!” he yelled to Richard, too agitated to temper his tone with his father’s oldest friend. “I want her credit cards flagged, her debit cards monitored…anything that would tip us off to her whereabouts.”
Richard frowned but kept his opinion to himself as he nodded and disappeared.
She’d left him. The little minx had picked up and split. An emotion so wild he couldn’t rightly put a name to it, whipped through his body like a white-hot lash, searing tender parts and creating chaos in his mind. She carried his child and yet she bailed. How dare she do something so reckless. He dialed her cell phone, not surprised when it went straight to voicemail. He knew she wouldn’t be so careless as to answer the phone knowing he could have it traced but he would leave her a message. “Julianna, you’re being foolish. Call me back and tell me where you are. I will come and get you — and I will forgive this transgression. But if you make me chase you…I cannot guarantee you’ll like what happens when I catch you. And make no mistake…I will catch you. You carry my legacy. Nothing will stop me. Nothing.”#p#分页标题#e#